Modest assurance

Bildunterschrift: Young Smythe. "What, not skating, Mrs. Marrable?" Mrs. Marrable (a fascinating Widow of over nine-and-forty, but who doesn't look it). "No; I'm too old for that sort of thing." Young Smythe. "Too old? What do you call 'too old,' Mrs. Marrable?" Mrs. Marrable (modestly). "Don't you call twenty-eight too old, Mr. Smythe? I do!"